TALKIN' BLUES

(Legon Cogill; Carlton Barrett)

Yeah!  Oh, yeah!   Now!
Cold ground was my bed last night   (bed last night)
And rock was my pillow, too;        (doo-oo-oo-oo-oo!)
Cold ground was my bed last night   (bed last night)
And rock was my pillow, too.  Yeah!

I'm saying: talkin' blues (talkin' blues),
    talkin' blues (talkin' blues);
They say your feet is just too big for your shoes. (shoe-oo-oo-oo-oo)
Talkin' blues (talkin' blues), talkin' blues (talkin' blues):
Your feet is just too big for your shoes.           (shoe-oo-oo-oo-oo)

Yeah, I've been down on the rock for so long,     (so long)
I seem to wear a permanent screw;       (screw-oo-oo-oo-oo)
I've been down on the rock for so long,           (so long)
I seem to wear a permanent screw.       (screw-oo-oo-oo-oo)
But-a I - I'm gonna stare in the sun,
Let the rays shine in my eyes.
I - I'm a gonna take a just-a one step more
'Cause I feel like bombin' a church -
Now - now that you know that the preacher is lyin'.
So who's gonna stay at home
When - when the freedom fighters are fighting?

Talkin' blues (talkin' blues), talkin' blues (talkin' blues):
They say your feet is just too big for your shoes, woe-oh-oh-oh!
Talkin' blues (talkin' blues), keep on talkin' blues (talkin' blues);
They say - you hear what they say -
Didn't you hear?

Cold ground was my bed (bed last night),
Rockstone - rockstone - rockstone was my pillow;
Cold ground was my bed last night (bed last night),
And rock was my pillow, too.

Sayin': (talkin' blues, talkin' blues):
I seem to wear a permanent screw - permanent screw.
Talkin' blues (talkin' blues), talkin' blues (talkin' blues):
Feet is just too big for your shoes.   (shoe-oo-oo-oo-oo)

BURNIN' AND LOOTIN'

(Bob Marley)

This morning I woke up in a curfew;
O God, I was a prisoner, too - yeah!
Could not recognize the faces standing over me;
They were all dressed in uniforms of brutality.  Eh!

How many rivers do we have to cross,
Before we can talk to the boss?  Eh!
All that we got, it seems we have lost;
We must have really paid the cost.

(That's why we gonna be)
Burnin' and a-lootin' tonight;
(Say we gonna burn and loot)
Burnin' and a-lootin' tonight;
(One more thing)
Burnin' all pollution tonight;
(Oh, yeah, yeah)
Burnin' all illusion tonight.

Oh, stop them!

Give me the food and let me grow;
Let the Roots Man take a blow.
All them drugs gonna make you slow now;
It's not the music of the ghetto.  Eh!

Weeping and a-wailin' tonight;
(Who can stop the tears?)
Weeping and a-wailin' tonight;
(We've been suffering these long, long-a years!)
Weeping and a-wailin' tonight
(Will you say cheer?)
Weeping and a-wailin' tonight
(But where?)

Give me the food and let me grow;
Let the Roots Man take a blow.
I must say: all them - all them drugs gonna make you slow;
It's not the music of the ghetto.

We gonna be burning and a-looting tonight;
(To survive, yeah!)
Burnin' and a-lootin' tonight;
(Save your baby lives)
Burning all pollution tonight;
(Pollution, yeah, yeah!)
Burning all illusion tonight
(Lord-a, Lord-a, Lord-a, Lord!)

Burning and a-looting tonight;
Burning and a-looting tonight;
Burning all pollution tonight.

KINKY REGGAE

(Bob Marley)

Uh, ah-oh-oh!  I went downtown, (I went downtown)
I saw Miss Brown;   (said, I saw Miss Brown)
She had brown sugar   (had brown sugar)
All over her booga-wooga. (over her booga-wooga)

I think I might join the fun, (I might join the fun)
But I had to hit and run. (had to hit and run)
See I just can't settle down  (just can't settle down)
In a kinky part of town.

Ride on;
Don't you know I've got to (ride on), oh baby,
Ride on; see I just can't settle down.  (ride on)
Oh, I'm a leavin' town. (kinky reggae)

Kinky reggae, take me away!  (kinky reggae, now)  Kinky reggae, now!
Oh, kinky reggae; all I've got to say, kinky reggae, now!
Kinky reggae, oh baby!   Kinky reggae, now!
It's gonna be kinky reggae (keep it up).  Kinky reggae, now!
An' I would say: ride on, ride on, ride on (ride on)!
  Oh, ride on, baby!
Ride on, come on, woo-o-o!  (ride on)  Wo-now!  Eh!

I went down to Piccadilly Circus; (ooh-ooh-ooh)
Down there I saw Marcus: (oo-oo-oo-ooh)
He had a candy tar (ooh-ooh-ooh)
All over his chocolate bar. (oo-oo-oo-ooh)

I think I might join the fun, (I might join the fun)
But I had to hit and run. (had to hit and run)
See I just can't settle down  (just can't settle down)
In a kinky, kinky part of town.

Nice one; that's what they say, (nice one)
But I'm leavin' you today.  (nice one)
Oh, darlin', please don't pay:  (nice one)
Mama say - mama say.

Kinky reggae - kinky reggae, uh!  Kinky reggae, now!
  Take it or leave it!
Kinky reggae, believe it!  Kinky reggae, now!
Kinky reggae - it's gonna be: kinky reggae!
  Kinky reggae, now!  Cuka-yeah, now!
Kinky reggae - sca-ba-dool-ya-bung, baby!
  Kinky reggae, now, oh-oh-ooh!
(Ride on!)  Ride on!  Come on, yeah!  (Ride on)
  Riding on - riding on!
Ride on, kinky reggae.   Come on, ride on!  Eh!  Eh!
Kinky, kinky, kinky as kinky (kinky reggae) can be !  Reggae!  Eh!
Kinky reggae!  Let me hear ya say, now: kinky reggae, now.  Oh!
Kinky reggae!   Kinky reggae, now!  Kick it away!
Kinky reggae - kick it away, now!  Kinky reggae, now, oh!
Ride on!

GET UP, STAND UP

(Bob Marley; Peter Tosh)

Get up, stand up: stand up for your rights!
Get up, stand up: stand up for your rights!
Get up, stand up: stand up for your rights!
Get up, stand up: don't give up the fight!

Preacherman, don't tell me,
Heaven is under the earth.
I know you don't know
What life is really worth.
It's not all that glitters is gold;
'Alf the story has never been told:
So now you see the light, eh!
Stand up for your rights.  Come on!

Get up, stand up: stand up for your rights!
Get up, stand up: don't give up the fight!
Get up, stand up: stand up for your rights!
Get up, stand up: don't give up the fight!

Most people think,
Great God will come from the skies,
Take away everything
And make everybody feel high.
But if you know what life is worth,
You will look for yours on earth:
And now you see the light,
You stand up for your rights.  Jah!

Get up, stand up!  (Jah, Jah!)
Stand up for your rights! (Oh-hoo!)
Get up, stand up!  (Get up, stand up!)
Don't give up the fight! (Life is your right!)
Get up, stand up!  (So we can't give up the fight!)
Stand up for your rights! (Lord, Lord!)
Get up, stand up!  (Keep on struggling on!)
Don't give up the fight!  (Yeah!)

We sick an' tired of-a your ism-skism game -
Dyin' 'n' goin' to heaven in-a Jesus' name, Lord.
We know when we understand:
Almighty God is a living man.
You can fool some people sometimes,
But you can't fool all the people all the time.
So now we see the light (What you gonna do?),
We gonna stand up for our rights!  (Yeah, yeah, yeah!)

So you better:
Get up, stand up!   (In the morning!  Git it up!)
Stand up for your rights!  (Stand up for our rights!)
Get up, stand up!
Don't give up the fight! (Don't give it up, don't give it up!)
Get up, stand up!   (Get up, stand up!)
Stand up for your rights!  (Get up, stand up!)
Get up, stand up!   ( ... )
Don't give up the fight! (Get up, stand up!)
Get up, stand up!   ( ... )
Stand up for your rights!
Get up, stand up!
Don't give up the fight!

SLAVE DRIVER

(Bob Marley)

Ooh-ooh-oo-ooh.   Oo-oo-ooh! Oo-oo-ooh.
Slave driver, the table is turn;  (catch a fire)
Catch a fire, so you can get burn, now. (catch a fire)
Slave driver, the table is turn;  (catch a fire)
Catch a fire: gonna get burn.  (catch a fire)  Wo, now!

Ev'rytime I hear the crack of a whip,
My blood runs cold.
I remember on the slave ship,
How they brutalize the very souls.
Today they say that we are free,
Only to be chained in poverty.
Good God, I think it's illiteracy;
It's only a machine that makes money.
Slave driver, the table is turn, y'all.  Ooh-ooh-oo-ooh.

Slave driver, uh!   The table is turn, baby, now; (catch a fire)
Catch a fire, so you can get burn, baby, now.  (catch a fire)
Slave driver, the table is turn, y'all; (catch a fire)
Catch a fire: so you can get burn, now. (catch a fire)

Ev'rytime I hear the crack of a whip,
My blood runs cold.
I remember on the slave ship,
How they brutalize the very soul.

O God, have mercy on our souls!
Oh, slave driver, the table is turn, y'all;  (catch a fire)
Catch a fire, so you can get burn.   (catch a fire)
Slave driver, the table is turn, y'all; (catch a fire)
Catch a fire ...

RASTA MAN CHANT

(Traditional; arranged: Bob Marley, Peter Tosh, Bunny Livingston)

Hear the words of the Rastaman say:
"Babylon, you throne gone down, gone down;
Babylon, you throne gone down."

Said I hear the words of the Iyaman say:
"Babylon, you throne gone down, gone down;
Babylon, you throne gone down."
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And I hear the angel with the seven seals say:
"Babylon throne gone down, gone down;
Babylon throne gone down."
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I say fly away home to Zion  (fly away home);
I say fly away home to Zion  (fly away home).
One bright morning when my work is over,
Man will fly away home.
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One bright morning when my work is over,
Man will fly away home.
One bright morning when my work is over,
Man will fly away home.
Say one bright morning when my work is over,
Man will fly away home.

BEND DOWN LOW

(Bob Marley)

Bend down low, let me tell you what I know now;
Bend down low, let me tell you what I know.
Oh!  Fisherman row to reap what you sow now;
Oh, tell you all I know (Oo-oh!),
    you've got to let me go now (Oo-oh!),
And all you've got to do:
(Bend down low)   Oh yeah!  Let me tell you what I know;
Bend down low, let me tell you what I know.  Oh yeah!

You keep on knockin', but you can't come in.
I get to understand you been livin' in sin,
But if you love me, woman, walk right in.
I've got a notch for your safety-pin,
But bend down low.
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Keep on knockin', but you can't come in.
I get to understand you been livin' in sin,
But walk right in, woman, sit right down.
I will keep on lovin' you; I play the clown.
But bend down low, baby, let me tell you what I know;
Bend down low, let me tell you what I know, yeah!
Let me tell you, baby!   Let me tell ya -
Knock on, babe!   Just won't let ya in!
You been livin' in sin.   Knock on!

I SHOT THE SHERIFF

(Bob Marley)

(I shot the sheriff
But I didn't shoot no deputy, oh no!  Oh!
I shot the sheriff
But I didn't shoot no deputy, ooh, ooh, oo-ooh.)
Yeah!  All around in my home town,
They're tryin' to track me down;
They say they want to bring me in guilty
For the killing of a deputy,
For the life of a deputy.
But I say:

Oh, now, now.  Oh!
(I shot the sheriff.) - the sheriff.
(But I swear it was in selfdefence.)
Oh, no!  (Ooh, ooh, oo-oh)  Yeah!
I say: I shot the sheriff - Oh, Lord! -
(And they say it is a capital offence.)
Yeah! (Ooh, ooh, oo-oh)  Yeah!

Sheriff John Brown always hated me,
For what, I don't know:
Every time I plant a seed,
He said kill it before it grow -
He said kill them before they grow.
And so:

Read it in the news:
(I shot the sheriff.)   Oh, Lord!
(But I swear it was in self-defence.)
Where was the deputy?   (Oo-oo-oh)
I say: I shot the sheriff,
But I swear it was in selfdefence.  (Oo-oh)  Yeah!

Freedom came my way one day
And I started out of town, yeah!
All of a sudden I saw sheriff John Brown
Aiming to shoot me down,
So I shot - I shot - I shot him down and I say:
If I am guilty I will pay.

(I shot the sheriff,)
But I say (But I didn't shoot no deputy),
I didn't shoot no deputy (oh, no-oh), oh no!
(I shot the sheriff.)   I did!
But I didn't shoot no deputy.  Oh!  (Oo-oo-ooh)

Reflexes had got the better of me
And what is to be must be:
Every day the bucket a-go a well,
One day the bottom a-go drop out,
One day the bottom a-go drop out.
I say:

I - I - I - I shot the sheriff.
Lord, I didn't shot the deputy.  Yeah!
I - I (shot the sheriff) -
But I didn't shoot no deputy, yeah!  No, yeah!